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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
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Maybe if I reblog it it will become the truth
i reblog this everytime
I am a magnet for money. Prosperity of every kind is drawn to me.
I delight in the financial security that is a constant in my life.
I am open and receptive to all the wealth in the Universe.
Money is an integral part of my life and is never away from me.
I delight in the financial security that is a constant in my life.
I am an unlimited being accepting from an unlimited source in an unlimited way.
Unexpected money simply falls into my lap.
I always have more than enough money to meet my needs.
My life is full of abundance.
Contrary to Popular Belief Africa is Not a Monolith
“You don’t look African”
Considering Africa is a continent with 54 different countries and over 3000 different ethnic groups, it really shouldn’t surprise people that there is no one set look for an African.
Afar people:
San people:
Amazigh people:
Oromo people:
Hausa people:
Masai people:
Edo people:
Wodaabe people:
These are just 8 of the over 3000 ethnic groups in Africa, and you can already see how beautiful and varied the people of Africa are.
THERE IS NO ONE AFRICAN “LOOK”.
Blame this guy named tony for this ok😭
Y’all need to chill
no fr
2018 been kicking my ass. I can’t take no chances.
Lazy Sunday
One Shot
T’Challa x BlackReader
Just some fluffy shit :)
In honor of @brianabreeze 4K Celebration Fest
Prompt: “Dance with me.”
You and T’Challa have a rare, Royal Duty-free day
Warnings: None
******
- 9:00 am
Wakandan sunlight entered your bedroom, giving everything in the royal chambers a warm, golden-brown glow. You felt the sun’s warmth on your shoulder and blinked your eyes open. You smiled. Turning over, you found your husband still asleep. You traced a fingernail up his spine and down his arm. You snuggled closer and placed gentle kisses on his bicep and shoulder.
“Good morning, love.” you cooed. T’Challa stirred and turned over to face you. He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. He opened his arms, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. He rubbed his hand along your shoulder giving it gentle squeezes.
“Same to you, Mrs. Udaku.” You both chuckled at the formal title.
“What should we do today?” you asked intertwining your fingers with his. “There’s nothing on the schedule for us to do. No royal duties. We have a free day.”
“So lets do ‘nothing’’.” He replied with a shrug. You picked your head up to look him in the eye not sure if he was kidding. “What? Days like today are rare, love. Let’s take advantage and spend it enjoying each others company. I’ll have our meals sent up. We don’t have to leave the room. Lets be lazy.”
You smiled and placed a kiss on his chest. “I’d like that.”
******
- 10:00 am
The both of you sat on the adjoining balcony overlooking the beautiful Wakandan view. T’Challa had ordered breakfast to be sent to the room and you both enjoyed the meal prepared by the royal chefs. You sipped your orange juice and popped a grape in your mouth.
“Challa?”
He swallowed his bite of toast and looked up at you. “Yes?”
“How are you baby?” you asked. He smiled. “I’m fine. Although, I do wish my eggs were cooked a little longer.”
You laughed. “No baby. I meant how are you? You often have a lot on your plate… figuratively speaking. Being a King, a superhero, a brother, son….an eventual father?” T’Challa raised an eyebrow in your direction. You shook your head ‘ no’. You continued “How are you handling it? Does it get to be too much?”
T’Challa took a deep breath and reached for your hand. He stroked his thumb across the back of it. “sometimes, yes. I do get overwhelmed at all of my responsibilities but it was to be expected. I knew being a King was a lot of work. Look at my father, he went gray at 36!”
You snorted and ate another grape. T’Challa continued, “but that is what the council is for, to ease a little of the workload. I have a strong support system behind me. And a strong woman at my side.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m okay.”
You smiled. “If you say so, but you know all you have to do is say the word and I’ll pack our shit and we’ll get the hell outta dodge.”
T’Challa chuckled. “I’ll be sure to let you know.”
******
- 11:10 am
“Oh yes baby, right there.” you moaned as T’Challa scratched shampoo into your scalp causing your eyes to slightly roll back into your head. T’Challa smiled and kissed your full lips swallowing another moan.
“Okay, okay. Time to rinse.” The King gently pushed you under the running shower water. You threw your head back allowing the hot water to run over your head. T’Challa took advantage of your exposed neck and began to suck on your sweet spot.
“Baby,” you whined. “I still have to put the conditioner in.”
“Go ahead, I’m not stopping you.” He replied in between sucks and kisses to your throat. You poured a dollop of conditioner into your palm and lathered it into your hair. You wrapped a cap around your hair to let the product set in.
“Okay, now I’ll just leave this in for about fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes?” Challa asked.
“Yeah, why?” you questioned. He effortlessly picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pinned you to the shower wall and attacked your neck with more kisses.
“It’s not a lot of time but I’ll make it work.”
You bit your bottom lip and let the water run over both of your bodies while T’Challa continued exploring your slick body with his mouth and hands.
******
-12:15 pm
“Cinderella was my favorite Disney princess. You know Prince Charming, Fairy Godmother and all that jazz.”
T’Challa hummed in response, concentration plastered on his face as he sat at your feet painting on a second coat of white nail polish to your toes. You rubbed some oil into his scalp and finished your thought.
“But ever since ‘The Princess and the Frog’ Tiana’s been my fave. She’s smart, headstrong, she didn’t need a man to save her, plus, she was from NOLA, AND she could throw down in the kitchen?!? I stan. Tiana’s bomb.” You sighed in awe.
“Tiana. I like that name.” T’Challa spoke softly as he blew on your toes while lightly tracing the trail of tattooed stars on your foot with his finger. You finished oiling his scalp and lifted his chin with your finger.
“One day baby.” You blew him a kiss. The topic of children had often come up but you both decided to take your time and enjoy being married. Although, after 14 months, Shuri was itching for a niece or nephew to spoil. T’Challa went back to your toes, now painting on the top coat.
“What I don’t understand,” he began “is why she spent most of the movie as an animal. What gives?”
“I know right?!” You hallway shouted. “Some bullshit if you ask me.”
******
- 1:00 pm
Once again, the King of Wakanda had ordered for your meals to be sent to the bedroom. The lunch was mostly eaten in silence with a few stolen glances here and there. Along with a few blown kisses and a couple of winks.
You watched your husband enjoy his meal and asked yourself how you got to be so lucky. God knew what he was doing when He sent T’Challa to you. And for that, you were forever thankful.
You reached across the table and took his hand in yours. He smiled warmly at you and you returned it. “I love you.”
He gripped your hand tighter. “I love you more.”
******
- 2:00 pm
“Esh, how long is this stuff supposed to stay on?” T’Challa whined resisting the urge to scratch his face. You had the bright idea to do couples facials and you were enjoying it significantly more than your husband.
You looked over at your man and fought the urge to chuckle at his charcoal covered face. “Ah ah, leave it!” you scolded. “It stays on until its tacky and rubbery. Just a few more minutes babe.”
“I don’t see why I had to wear this mask..” Challa complained. “My pores are fine. In pristine condition.” He continued making the ‘OK’ sign with his fingers.
You rolled your eyes. “Sure.” *DING!*
“Okay baby, ready to peel it off?” you asked. The next ten minutes were spent painstakingly peeling off the concoction from your faces. you winced with every pull of the dried mask. “why? Why did I think this was a good idea?”
“Agreed. Am I still going to have face skin when this is all said and done?” T’Challa asked tugging at his own mask.
You sucked your teeth and gave him the side eye. “Face skin?”
“Ey, this was your bright id- ohh hold on.” You glanced at your husband to see he had freed himself of the mask and was now rubbing his face. “My face is a lot softer,” he examined the sheath of charcoal in his hands. “and it did remove some gunk out of my pores.”
You looked at yourself in the mirror, your face still halfway covered in the mask. You rubbed your cheek and gasped. “You’re right! She is smooth under here hunty.” You did some mock poses in front of the glass.
“Now I just have to get the res-”
*RRRIIIIIPPPP!!*
You shrieked. “BABY!!”
“What? It had to be done quickly, like a bandage.” The King said shrugging.
“Is my cheek still there?!?”
******
- 4:25 pm
You snuggled under T’Challa and shoved another handful of popcorn into your mouth. You had convinced him to watch ‘The Princess and the Frog; because after all, he owed you. He did almost snatch your face off.
“Be careful love, you’ll get popcorn in the bed.”
“I’m always careful. Now shush, movie’s on.”
He chuckled and pulled you closer to his chest. You were so enthralled with the television that you didn’t notice him sneaking glances at you as you watched the movie. Watching you enjoy yourself was one of his greatest pleasures. He’d watch whatever you wanted if it made you happy. Even if the movie was created for children.
T’Challa stroked his chin “I like that Charlotte isn’t in-your-face about her riches…well, not as in your face as she could be. She’s not the bratty rich kid you typically see in these types of programs.”
You nodded in agreement. “Exactly, even though she and Tiana come from different sides of the track, she doesn’t make a big show of it. You can tell she really cares for her best friend. She’s a rare one.”
You looked up at your King. “Just like someone else I know.”
He blew you a kiss and you gave a wink back before turning your attention back to the movie.
******
- 6:30 pm
“Babe, you’re getting paint on the floor.” You looked at the mess your husband was making. Brushes and paint droplets were scattered on the bedroom floor.
The King waved you off, “It’s fine. It can be cleaned.”
The sun had begun to set on your beautiful country and you husband thought it would be fun to paint the sunset. He’d ordered canvases, brushes, and a variety of other art supplies to be sent to the room.
“Meh, I guess.” you replied with a shrug. “Are you almost done?” you asked.
“Aaannnd there. Now I am.” he said matter of factly. “On three?”
You nodded. “One…two….THREE!” You both turned your respective canvases and studied each other’s work. T’Challa’s take on the sunset was a nice oil painting while you opted for a more watercolored effect.
You nodded slowly. “Not bad chief, not bad at all.”
T’Challa slung an arm around your shoulder. “Not bad for you either.” You both smiled at each other. “Shall we hang them?”
You smile grew bigger. “Absolutely.”
******
- 8:30 pm
For the last time that day, you and T’Challa sat on your spacious balcony and had a meal. This time enjoying the delicious lemon butter chicken, steamed vegetables, and roasted potatoes the chef’s had prepared for dinner.
You looked up at your husband to see him already staring at you. “What’s wrong baby?” you asked.
He cleared his throat. “I was wondering, would you be opposed to doing this, say, once a month?”
“doing what?”
“This. Today.” He took a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth before finishing. “I really enjoyed spending the day with you today. Just me and you. no council, no meetings. It was just what I needed. Maybe you too?”
You nodded. “I agree. It was nice having the day to ourselves.”
“So what do you say? We clear our schedules for one day a month?”
You raised your glass of champagne. “To lazy Sundays.”
T’Challa raised his glass and clinked it to yours. “To lazy Sundays.”
******
-10:20 pm
You sat on top of your shared bed perched against your pillows dressed in a tank top and shorts with your hair in a messy bun atop your head. Your reading glasses sat on the tip of your nose as you scrolled through The ShadeRoom’s Instagram. You giggled at the posts on their funniest tweets of the week’ segment completely oblivious to what your husband was doing a few feet away.
It wasn’t until you heard the familiar opening chimes of Jodeci’s ‘Forever My Lady’ that you looked up from your phone. You saw T’Challa standing by the record player with his eyes focused on you and he wore that crooked smile that you loved so much.
“Oh no.” you playfully groaned covering your face with your hands hiding your blush.
“Stop it, stop it.” T’Challa walked over to you with his arms extended. “Come here. Dance with me.”
So you’re having my baby
And it means so much to me
There’s nothing more precious
Than to raise a family
You stood up and allowed yourself to be embraced by your loving husband. Letting him gently sway you back and forth.
“If there’s any doubt in your mind, you can count on me.” T’Challa sang along to the music still rocking you back and forth.
“Ah, look at you. Brushing up on your 90′s R&B I see.”
“A little bit,” T’Challa said with a laugh “It’s very comforting and extremely sexy. I can see how many children were conceived to this music. Especially that R. Kelly.”
You laughed loudly “Yeah, R. Kelly will set the mood alright.’
Forever my lady
It’s like a dream
I’m holding you close
You’re keeping me warm
If this is ecstasy
“Do you know how I danced with my father as a little girl?”
“Hmm, show me.”
You kicked you pink slippers off your feet and gently stood on the tops of T’Challa’s feet.
“Ah, I see.” T’Challa balanced you on top of his feet and continued swaying you about the room. you head laid on his chest and you listened to his heartbeat as it matched the rhythm of the music.
The two of you stayed like this, even as the next few songs began to play:
‘All I Do Is Think of You’
‘Beauty’
‘This Woman’s Work‘
The two of you were serenaded by the sensual sounds of R&B and truthfully, you could’ve stayed like that forever.
******
- 11:05 pm
Back in bed, you and T’Challa were resting against the pillows, your head on his chest as he silently read Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between the World and Me.
You traced a finger around his nipple absentmindedly and ran your fingernails along his chest.
“Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you read to me?” you asked before yawning.
T’Challa looked down at you. “Are you sure? It’s not really a bedtime story, love.”
“I know. But I like the sound of your voice. Plus, it’ll help me fall asleep.”
“Oh, so my talking puts you to sleep eh?”
You playfully smacked his chest. “Just read.”
-”but this banality of violence can never excuse America, because America makes no claim to the banal. America believes itself exceptional…”
You felt your eyelids getting heavier the longer he spoke. You yawned again and continued to listen, eventually letting sleep take you.
T’Challa noticed your light snores and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, sithandwa sam.”
******
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My love language: Quality Time. This was super sweet and lovely to read!
This was the one of the most beautiful and fluffy fix I’ve read ongggg I have no words 😭😭😭
May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨
10 of Pentz came thruuu
Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!
I could seriously use this money right now….
Please give me my refund of 400$ soon…
I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash
No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.
So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.
Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperity…
Reblog if you’re Black for good luck
But we allow them to treat us that way 🤔
What’s even worse is when we meet a man who treats us good , we don’t know how to handle it.
This is the crystal hand of prosperity. Reblog in 300 seconds to have a year of good money management and raises. ⬆💱⬆💲💰💲⬆💱⬆
These Jill Stein teas
In HD too
REBLOG FOR GOOD LUCK!
I loved this show as a kid! ♥️
Just in case you forgot…🐝
Gotta reblog every time
S/O to everyone looking for a job or a better paying job!
It’s coming fam! That job that will help with that rent, car note and tuition 🙌🏾 It’s on the way.
Sending good vibes✨